Random Headcannons

Random Headcannons

Ahem, now that the event is over, here are some of my personal Jason Todd headcannons for your consideration:

He's always going to be taller than you. Doesn't matter if you're 5'2" or 6'0". He's simply taller than you, and he's buying boots with 4" platforms to really seal the deal

Jason loves any nickname you call him. Call him Jay, Jace, or any pet name and term of endearment. It'll make his heart skip a beat, and his eyes go starry. His name never sounds so pretty than when it's falling from your lips

Serial Hand Kisser. He's kissing your knuckles, your fingertips, the back of your hand, your palm, your wrist. He doesn't even need an excuse or reason to do it. He'll just be sitting on the couch reading, and your palm is pressed to his mouth the entire time.

Drags you out into the rain with him to dance. Yes, you introduced him to the joy of spinning under the cloudy skies, but he's the one who pulls you out from under cover every time it starts to drizzle.

This happens even if you're in your apartment, when the storm starts. You have a fire escape and a roof for a reason, and you're going to use it

He has a bit of sweet tooth, and it's entirely Alfreds fault. Even if you dont like sweets, he's going to convert you. Jason will find the recipe that changes your mind to at least enjoying his baking

You'll have to actively convince him to let you backpack on his motorcycle. Bikes can be dangerous, no matter how safe he is, other drivers won't always be

If you manage to convince him, you're going to wear all the protective gear, and he's taking you onto back roads outside of Gotham to practice leaning into turns safely before he drives you anywhere near the city streets

Will fully lay on top of you when you start sharing a bed. He's a cuddler, and that's not a crime. (Sure, he won't do it every night, he likes it when you sleep on his chest, too. But he will smother sleep on you)

ROMANCE-TOBER :: BONFIRE - dollish

A/n: I literally disappeared wtf anyways these past days I been so busy that I skipped two romtober days literally and messed up my schedule too😭 this was supposed to be out by oct 7th but it’s literally oct 8th..

Anyways this is the last dick Grayson prompt for romance-tober! Kinda sad but np ofc but the next one is jason!! I CHANGED MY WRITING STYLE BTW

The warmth of the bonfire crackled in the cool October night air, casting soft, dancing shadows across your faces. You sat close to the fire, knees pulled up, gazing into the flames. The smell of burning wood and the distant sound of crickets surrounded you, a peaceful contrast to the whirlwind of your usual Gotham nights.

Dick Grayson sat beside you, his eyes reflecting the orange and yellow flames, a gentle smile on his face. The two of you had decided to take a break from the chaos of the city for one night, escaping to this secluded spot to enjoy a simple, quiet evening. A bonfire, some marshmallows, and the open sky above it was perfect.

"I can’t believe you’ve never been to a bonfire night like this," you said, poking the fire with a stick, the embers swirling up into the night sky.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "When I was a kid, there wasn’t much time for bonfires. The circus didn’t exactly have bonfire parties."

You smiled softly, loving when he opened up about his past. "What was it like? Growing up in the circus?"

Dick leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, staring into the flames as if searching for memories. "It was… a lot of things," he said, his voice soft but full of nostalgia. "It was exciting, chaotic, and beautiful. Every day was an adventure. You never knew what would happen next. I remember the lights, the smell of popcorn, and the crowds cheering. And my parents…" He paused, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "They made it magical."

You scooted closer to him, sensing the bittersweet tone in his voice, wrapping your arm around his. He glanced at you, his smile reassuring, though his eyes were far away for a moment.

"After everything happened," he continued, "after I lost them, I didn’t think I’d ever find that kind of magic again. But…" He looked over at you, his eyes softening. "Then I met Bruce, and eventually, I found my own kind of magic."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the crackling of the fire filling the comfortable silence between you. "You’re always so good at finding the light in things, even after everything you’ve been through."

“Comes with the job," he teased, but you knew there was truth in it. Dick always had this way of finding hope, of pushing forward even when things were dark. It was something you admired about him.

He shifted slightly, draping his arm around you, pulling you closer until you were both wrapped up in the blanket he'd brought. The fabric was soft, and the warmth of his body combined with the heat of the fire made the chilly night air bearable.

"You know," Dick said after a while, his voice low, almost a whisper, "I don’t talk about it often, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the past lately. About how far I’ve come. And… how lucky I am now."

"Lucky?" you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.

He smiled down at you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, lucky. For a lot of reasons. Lucky to have found Bruce when I did. Lucky to have my family, as crazy as they are. And…" He paused, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your cheek, his voice softening even more. "Lucky to have you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making your chest feel warm. You reached up, placing your hand over his. "I’m the lucky one," you murmured.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you don’t get to steal my line."

"Too late," you teased, shifting slightly so you were more comfortable against him, resting your head back on his shoulder. "I win."

Dick laughed quietly, wrapping both arms around you, pulling you fully into his chest as he leaned back against the log behind him. "Alright, alright. You win."

The two of you sat like that for a while, wrapped in the blanket, the fire crackling gently beside you, sending occasional sparks up into the starry sky. The night felt endless, peaceful, as if the world outside didn’t exist for just this moment.

"You ever wonder what life would’ve been like if things had been different?" you asked after a while, your voice barely louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the serene atmosphere.

Dick hummed, considering your question. "Yeah, sometimes. But I don’t think I’d change it. As hard as some things were… everything led me here. To this moment. To you."

You glanced up at him, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and you couldn’t help but smile. "I’m glad," you whispered.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Me too."

As the fire began to die down, the stars above seemed to shine brighter. You felt his arms tighten around you, his chin resting gently on top of your head, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt perfectly right.

"I think I could get used to more nights like this," Dick murmured after a while, his voice soft, almost drowsy.

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. "Yeah? A bonfire night tradition, maybe?"

"Definitely," he said with a grin, pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you. "As long as you promise to be there every time."

"Deal," you whispered, your eyes drifting shut as you let the warmth of the fire, and the comfort of being in his arms, lull you into peaceful contentment.

Under the stars, wrapped up together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your perfect little bubble of warmth and love. And for now, that was all that mattered.

Second divider: @cafekitsune

Creds: me! @dollishbabess

Stay for the Day (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: fluff…again!

It was a quiet day, which meant it was practically great to do nothing. You were currently messing with your phone when you heard loud footsteps coming downstairs. You turned around only to see Jason all washed up and dressed for the day.

“Oh? You’re busy today?” You questioned as he walked around the kitchen looking for something to eat. 

“Yeah. Why?” He wondered before settling for a small snack on the counter. 

“Oh. Well, I thought you weren’t busy today. Figured we would spend the day together,” you replied. You walked towards the kitchen and left a long, tender kiss on his lips. Jason deepened it while mumbling a mess of words. 

“Hm? What was that? I couldn’t understand you,” you grinned before pulling away.

He frowned at the loss of contact. “I would much rather stay here with you, babe, but I have to go. It’s something important,” he explained before trying to kiss you again.

You dodged his attempts of affection and instead ran over to the couch to sit down. “Hey…” he complained, clearly irritated. 

“It’s okay, Jason. I am clearly distracting you right now. I’ll see you later,” you smiled at him before getting comfy on the couch.

“Alright…” he thought. Eventually, he grabbed his things and left the apartment.

Only five minutes passed and it had consisted of you messing with your phone again before you heard the door swing open. You were about to grab the nearest item to defend yourself with until you noticed it was Jason.

“Did you forget something?” You asked him.

“No…but I am going to forget about what I had originally planned for today,” he confessed before joining you on the couch.

“Okay…what changed your mind?” You asked as he got comfortable with you.

He let out a small laugh. “You…it’s always you.”

jason todd x fem!reader

3 in 1 ??

hi first post! (i don’t know what i’m doing)

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One thing about dating Jason Todd — that man always has a hand on you. He has irrational fears of losing you, or you leaving him (you’d never). He knows they’re irrational, but can’t help it.

Physical contact with you keeps him grounded. He almost has to continue reminding himself that you're real, that you're not going anywhere. You're actually his as he is yours.

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Jason begrudgingly lets you drag him to a bar for a night out. It's not really your scene, definitely not his either, but nonetheless he agreed to tag along when you told him your friends from GCU invited you.

Approaching the bar, he stands behind you. You're showing your ID to the bouncer with your right hand, and the left behind you intertwined with Jason's. He gently rubs his thumb over your skin as he watches the bouncer check your card.

Jason's eyes narrow when the bouncer's gaze lands back on your face, then dropping down your tight-fitting dress. Jason could've sworn he saw the guy's lip twitch into a small smirk.

Sure, maybe he was just doing his job. But Jason watched him hardly spare a glance at the ID's of the people before you both. Maybe Jason was just overprotective.. or overthinking. Either way, the interaction didn't sit right with him.

Jason adjusts his posture, removing his hand from yours and sliding it around your waist instead. His large palm rests on your lower stomach possessively, sharp green eyes staring down the bouncer. You feel the hard planes of Jason's chest pressed against your back, and the bouncer notices the change in demeanor immediately.

Cleaning his throat, the poor guy spares Jason a quick nervous glance, handing back your card, and barely checking Jason's within a couple seconds. Jason doesn't hesitate to shoot him a glare before following you into the noisy bar.

The rest of the night, your boyfriend is glued to your side. He enjoyed watching you have fun and meeting a few of your friends from class.

Let's face it — he liked anything related to you.

His hand alternated between holding yours or resting on the small of your back. Or you’d prefer to hold his bicep, leaning on him as you listened to the story one of your wasted friends went on about. Jason felt like his skin was buzzing where your delicate fingers held onto him. He hadn’t listened to word she said, way too focused on the feeling of your touch. The feeling of you wanting to be so close him, just as he craves.

Every so often he would check on you, knowing your social battery didn't last long, similar to his.

Leaning down, his lips would just barely graze your ear. He'd whisper something like; "How're you feeling, baby?" or, "You having fun?"

Along with reminding you how beautiful you looked, or how he couldn't wait to get you alone. And once you both were back in your apartment, he was sure to prove just how patient he was earlier.

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Jason always needed to be touching you when sleeping. It was non-negotiable.

He’d come home late from patrol — always sure to get a quick shower, before slipping on some boxers and sliding into bed next to you. Being a light sleeper, you’d wake up instantly. But Jason would start right away with peppering your sweet face with little kisses.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’m home. Go back to sleep, okay?”

You’d relax once again, letting his strong arms pull you into a comforting embrace. And it doesn’t take long before Jason’s warmth lulls you back to sleep.

His favorite way to sleep was with your body tucked right up against his chest, and his arm snug around your torso. Or simply you laying on him like a weighted blanket.

He’d absentmindedly run his fingers along your scalp, relishing in how your freshly-washed, silky hair felt against his hand. Every part of you was so soft, it drove him crazy. How could he not want to touch you 24/7?

And once he noticed your breathing start to slow and even out, he wouldn’t dare move a muscle.

Jason would focus on syncing his breaths with your own, and in doing so he'd pass out within minutes. He swore he got the best sleep every time.

Yet, you both got hot in the night — especially during the summer.. and the few times the AC broke. So even with some space between you two, his palm would always find some part of your body. It was Jason's way of making sure you were still there. So he could still feel your chest rise and fall, or the rhythmic thumping of your pulse. And again he'd preform the ritual of matching his breath to yours until sleep took him.

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In the mornings, Jason would reach out for you, always wanting to tuck you right back into his embrace. But on the days when he'd be met with cold sheets, your boyfriend would jolt awake, panicking for half a second. Only before hearing the shower running or the clinking of dishes in the kitchen. Jason would then relax, reminding himself you didn't go anywhere and that you're okay.

He is sure to join you — whether he finds you in the bathroom or kitchen.

Without a word, he's undressing and stepping under the water, pulling your backside flush against him.

"Missed you." His tired and gravelly voice sounds against your ear, "Should've woke me, baby. Almost gave me a heart attack when I saw you weren't in bed.”

Jason plants a kiss to your neck before pressing his nose against your skin, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder. You smile to yourself, reaching up behind you to rake a hand through his raven hair.

"I'm sorry, Jay.. you got back from patrol so late I thought you'd need the sleep." You tell him, and turn around to face him. You slide your arms around his neck and he tilts his head to kiss your forearm.

"Mm.. would rather be with you." He mumbles, "I can catch up on sleep later."

Jason's large hands snake around your waist, gaze dropping from your face to your breasts, then the curve of your torso. His eyes lingered for a moment before he reached for your vanilla scented body wash.

Washing you in the shower may have been just another excuse to get his hands on you. But, Jason simply loved taking care of you. He'd motion for you to turn around before lathering the soap on your back, and gently over the rest of your skin. His rough and calloused palms moved tenderly, always sure to only touch you with the lightest hand.

On other mornings, he'll find you in the kitchen. Maybe making some breakfast or just a coffee.

He saunters over to you, and you catch a glimpse of his tall frame in your peripheral, shirtless, but wearing his favorite dark grey sweats.

"Morning, Jase." You glance up at him, holding back a giggle at how his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep, his white tuft of hair hanging over them.

You're stirring some pancake mix up, adorned with many small chocolate chips the way you like it.

The corners of his lips curl up slightly, his eyes dropping to your shirt. Or, more like his shirt. It reaches your mid-thigh, and Jason lifts a hand to tug at the fabric.

"This looks familiar."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Does it?" You turn to face the stove, pouring your chocolate chip pancake batter onto a heated pan. 

Jason steps up behind you, hands slipping under the shirt to rest on the bare skin of your hips. Long fingers toy with the lace of your panties which lay on your hipbones. He dips his head down, chin now resting on your shoulder.

"You look good in it." He emphasizes his words with a little squeeze to your waist, making you jump slightly. Jason chuckles low in your ear at that reaction.

"My girl's so sensitive.." He teases, and you elbow him lightly in response.

As you continue making breakfast, Jason’s touch travels up your stomach and then back down to your thighs.

He’ll murmur something about how soft your skin is. Or how good the food smells. You knew Jason was a better cook than you. But he’d never admit that. He loved everything you’d make for him. Hell, if you made him a burnt piece of toast he’d guzzle it down and tell you it was the best he’s ever had.

Occasionally, he’s taking his hands off you to assist you with something. As he passes you on his way to the fridge for some eggs, he'll be sure to pop a quick kiss on the top of your head, and again when he’s coming back too.

He's always reminding you of the love he feels for you. It manifests in small physical actions: a kiss to your skin, a hand on your waist, a squeeze to your backside.

It’s like Jason just can’t help it — can’t contain himself. He’s bursting at the edges with love for you. And he may not be the best at verbally expressing it, but you never have to question how he feels.

He’ll show you subconsciously every day, within every little touch.

I think dating Jason would mean never peeling your own oranges. It’s not that you can’t or won’t, but he likes doing it for you. Simple as that. You could easily snatch your oranges out of his hands, with their long fingers and scarred knuckles, but you choose to let him do this for you. You protest at first — you’re a big girl capable of doing this for yourself after all — but he brushes it off, tells you that he likes taking care of you with an earnestness about him that you can’t deny. Doesn’t that just have your insides turn into something warm and soft? So you accept his care with the graciousness it deserves. Lean into his side as he makes the first cut into the skin, releasing a mist of juice and citrus oil into the air. Sweetly thank him for every segment he passes into your fingers. He always keeps a few wedges himself as payment, but it’s no steep bargain. If you’re alone, sometimes he’ll feed each piece to you. Press the wedge against your parted lips and wait for your teeth to catch hold. And if sometimes you’ll lick his fingers clean of the dripping juice, well that’s a secret between you and his darkening eyes.

Woven Hands

jason todd x reader

A/N: thank u to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes for their post linked here for their jason headcanons, they got me dancing and swinging my feet while I wait for my classes. 🤭 ENJOY my small drabble, tell me ur thoughts in the comments :D

also small rant but tell me why i never undated my tumblr app and i was struggling for so long and everything didn’t look like how it was supposed to? 😀 please don’t be like me and update yo shiz like responsible human beings

“Don’t make me do this.” You muttered, standing on top of the couch cushions, water gun hoisted in your pocket, filled completely with sink water.

You felt the weight of the water droop in your pants, you squinted, trying to frighten your opponent. You didn’t have a holster, so your sweatpants pocket was the next best thing.

The couch increased your height, made you stand tall, allowed your voice to be more direct. You wanted to overpower Jason, part-time Red Hood, full time smack talker.

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen?” Jason’s eyes lowered, voice deepening to a menacing tone. Invisible cowboy hat tilted on his head.

He stood tall, spreading his legs shoulder width apart, letting muscle memory place him in an opposing stance that’s proven effective each time someone has tried to stupidly test the Red Hood.

He lowered his hands, fingers dancing in the air as he waited to reach for his water gun in his holster.

Lucky fucker was wearing a holster because he’s the Red Hood. Not only does he get a cheat, but he has two water guns?

Completely absurd.

“You might not live long enough to find out.” You tilted your chin up, trying to attempt to be arrogant, but the smirk on Jason’s face was telling you it wasn’t as effective as you hoped.

Maybe if you could actually be taller than him, it would make you sound tough, but looking from just above his eye-level was the best you were going to get.

Jason’s shook his head, slowly, calculating your moves as he never took his eyes off of you.

You met his stare, never blinking as you watched.

You could feel your eyes wavering, shaking the longer you looked.

Jason was calm, his stare locked onto you. Countless interrogations under his belt, aiding him the experience you didn’t have.

“You know we both can’t walk away from this. We have too much history.” He spoke, letting the words settle between your showdown.

You firmly frowned.

“I stand by what I said and if you can’t live with that…I guess you leave me with no other choice.” You quickly grabbed your water gun, angling it to your partner.

By the time you could pull the trigger, water was hitting your shirt. Soaking into your skin as you looked down, watching the fabric darken.

Like in slow motion, you fell to your knees, watching Jason also get his shirt soaked, but not nearly enough as yours.

“No, no, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You dropped your plastic water gun, reaching up with your free hands to grab your shirt.

You plopped down onto the couch, letting your body go limp as you laid there.

“I told you, only one of us would walk away from this.” Jason walked over, kneeling next to the couch, where your body lay.

You reach up, feigning shaking hands as you reached for the muscular man with his imaginary cowboy hat.

You gestured for Jason to lean closer, following along with your antics.

You carefully lowered your voice to a whisper, a final wish.

“Delete my search history.”

You closed your eyes, arms going limp as you stuck your tongue out in a bad rendition of fake dying.

Jason laughed, reaching out to grab your hands in between his warm ones.

You never moved, zeroing in on the feeling of your fingers.

Soft caresses. A small peck before Jason littered your knuckles in kisses. Kissing down to your finger tips, then repeating down to your wrists.

“I should’ve chosen a sword fight, how could I choose water guns of all things?” You opened your eyes, shaking your head as Jason continued to worship your skin.

“You’re just pouting.” He said in between kisses, nose pressed into your palm.

“Come on, you always get to kiss my hands, when can I hold yours?” You watched carefully, thoughts slowly lost to the repeated warmth from Jason’s lips.

“Wanna sword fight to find out?” Jason smiled into your hands.

end a/n: serial hand kisser jason changed my life, thank u pooks for ur headcanons and restructuring my brain. and thank u 🫵 for reading my drabble, i just thought this was a silly idea :D